Hold Your Fire - Bad Suns

New York lights

Red wine nights

Spiral stairs

Climb three flights

Four hard knocks

Switched on lights

She says, «Please, I don’t want to cry tonight»

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire

No, I’m not at the end of my rope

On the contrary

I’m not at the end of my rope

Over-sized hazel eyes

Dyed her hair

Tattooed thighs

Hold that thought

Tell no lies

Tell me it’s gonna be alright

She tries

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire, yeah

No, I’m not at the end of my rope

On the contrary

I’m not at the end of my rope

Oh, can’t you see?

I’m not at the end of my rope

On the contrary

I’m not at the end of my rope

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire, yeah

No, I’m not at the end of my rope

On the contrary

I’m not at the end of my rope

Oh, can’t you see?

I’m not at the end of my rope

On the contrary

I’m not at the end of my rope